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Shoes. They're the most awful things. People can judge you just by your shoes; how expensive they are, the colour, style, and size. Also you need to focus on the stupid quality and how comfortable they are for the occasion. And in this situation, I have to walk to work and still make sure im comfortabe and stilish. Ugh, why is being a girl so hard?! If I were a guy nobody would care they'd all just not focus on my shoes and I could even wear whatever i was comfortable in. But no, thanks to our femenist world, I actually have to walk to work in uncomfortabe, yet stylish shoes. The worse thing was that you actually had to figure out what shoe goes on which foot, I know it's easy and all but it's so hard, especially since lately I haven't been sleeping well at all. So that is why, while walking to work I found out that my stupid shoes were on the wrong way, the left shoe was on my right foot and viceversa. But, I ignored it and all the strange looks people were sending my way.

Sometimes people can just be so annoying. Why did they have to make everything such a big deal? One second you can be the coolest person ever and then as soon as they see that your shoes are on wrong they think that your some freak and not worth the energy. 

As I push the door, it pushes the metal cylinders hanging by a thread making a clinking sound. Once i get to the counter, I go to the door that leads to the supply closet to finally put these damn shoes on properly. I sit down on the chair and sigh, if only I could sleep better then I wouldn't have this problem. It's just so hard, with all those memeories... I shake my head, trying to keep the horrible memories from resurfacing.

Knowing what will happen once she catches me, I try to run away yet fail miserably.

She now sits on top of me with a grin on her face and her fingers wriggling in the air.

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After an almost deadly tickle war (well more like her tickling me war) we finally decide to get to work. 

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The door pushed the metal causing it to clink once again and a customer walks through the door. 

"Hello, what would you like to drink this fine-" I get cut off by a piercing scream. I run into the room from the scream, just staring at me, with wide eyes is Bianca.

Piercing screams, once again reach my ear. She has her puppy dog face on, obviously wanting me to do something she knows I would hate. That's when I look over at the screen realising that she won two backstage passes to One Direction.

'Ugh' the sound of saying 'One Direction' in my head makes me want to puke...

"Hellooo... Earth to Kacie..." Bianca is standing less then a meter away from me with a grin on her face and her hand waving in front of my face. I was staring into the blank, again.

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My phone starts from my pockets, and once again, it's as if everything is just trying to tickle me.

I got a text.